The Peat-Bog Soldiers Paul Robeson

Far and wide as the eye can wander
Heath and bog are everywhere
Not a bird sings out to cheer us
Oaks are standing gaunt and bare

Chorus:
We are the peat bog soldiers
Marching with our spades to the moor
We are the peat bog soldiers
Marching with our spades to the moor

Up and down the guards are marching
No one, no one can get through
Flight would mean a sure death facing
Guns and barbed wire block our view

Chorus:
We are the peat bog soldiers
Marching with our spades to the moor
We are the peat bog soldiers
Marching with our spades to the moor

But for us there is no complaining
Winter will in time be past
One day we shall rise rejoicing
Homeland, dear, you're mine at last